Chapter 2417 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 21

The noise fades away and the night deepens.

Branwen returned to the luxurious guest room that the Vatican had arranged for him.

"Get out! Get out of here!" He suddenly grabbed the vase on the table and smashed it to the ground like a madman.

Several servants who were accompanying them were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

"Get out! Do you hear me!" Branwen roared hysterically, his handsome face ferocious with anger.

The servants fled as if they had been pardoned, crawling out and closing the door tightly.

Outside the door, several people looked at each other in shock, and saw deep fear and confusion in each other's eyes.

They are all priests from the Holy City. This priest Branwen... is too scary!

The room was a mess.

Branwen's chest heaved violently as he breathed heavily.

He staggered to the center of the room and slumped to his knees on the cold carpet.

As he had done countless times before, he clasped his hands together and placed them on his forehead, trying to confide his grievances to the supreme being.

However, this time Zephyros was destined not to respond to Branwen.

There was dead silence in the room.

The faint but clear feeling I had before was gone.

No matter how hard Branwen concentrated or how devoutly he called out, it was like a stone falling on the sea, with no response at all.

Branwen's heart sank.

The Father no longer responded to him.

Since that night, an unprecedented purge has been carried out within the Vatican.

The death of the archdeacon was identified as the evil result of the darkness growing within the Vatican. All clergy who had close contact with him were subjected to strict scrutiny and interrogation, and everyone was in danger for a while.

The search for the traces of the dark evil god did not stop. The Knights Templar patrolled day and night, and high-ranking priests took turns to cast magic, but all were in vain.

At the same time, the entire continent's belief system of light is also undergoing drastic changes.

Above the clouds, Jinchen temporarily took over the Temple of Light. Looking at the mountains of files from the Churches all over the place, veins on his forehead throbbed.

Ling Gun Gun and he watched together, shaking their heads the more they looked. [It's dark, too dark.]

"The Southern Territory Church secretly sells indulgences. All civilians have to pay a high price to buy the indulgence paper from the Church to avoid being considered heretics."

"Western Territory..."

"The Eastern Inquisition abused lynching, falsely accusing innocent orcs of heresy and burning them to death."

Every time Jinchen flipped through a file, his head ached.

It's all what and what.

Why hasn't this continent been finished yet?

He issued oracles with great force, replaced personnel, and made drastic changes.

Also, beat up Zephyros whenever you have time.

Dealing with these trivial matters made Jinchen extremely annoyed. Only by appearing beside Samuel and holding him tightly in his arms could the irritability in his heart be soothed little by little.

Of course, Jinchen did not give up exploring the secret of his own original spiritual power.

Occasionally, he would return to the ancient castle in the Northern Territory and gaze coldly at the dejected Zephyros.

Zephyros huddled in the corner of his cage, his golden eyes dull and his lips tightly pressed together.

I won’t tell you even if you kill me.

You can’t kill him anyway.

Jinchen tried to force it with more drastic means.

But as long as the power touches Zephyros' heart, Jinchen feels like he is fighting with himself.

Jinchen was very annoyed and gave Zephyros all the props in the welfare library that could torture gods.

As time passed, the caravan from the Holy City ended its long journey and set out on its return journey.

The Supreme Bishop Cyril is old. After returning from a foreign country, he will choose the next bishop's successor from among his two most outstanding adopted sons, Samuel and Branwen.

Now, both those inside the holy city and the accompanying envoys from various countries have a clear answer in their hearts.

Samuel has the undisputed halo of being a person favored by God.

And Samuel, who has returned, also has to go back to Edge City to report the good news.

Tell them that you have killed all your former enemies with your own hands, that God the Father has seen them and will save them, and that you will also bring survival resources to the residents of Edge City.

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"Samuel."

When Samuel returned, Raven was the first to greet him.

He is the only one here who knows about Samuel's dual identity.

Raven felt complicated and whispered to Samuel, "I heard... the God of Light descended upon you frequently along the way?"

When Samuel mentioned God the Father, his heart rippled with a warmth that was almost sweet.

"Yes. Raven, I'm glad."

Raven opened his mouth hesitantly, his Adam's apple rolling a few times, "Samuel, we have known each other since we were young. We have been struggling to survive here together. I..."

He took a half step forward, his eyes burning, "I am..."

"Raven."

Samuel interrupted him in time, his bloodshot eyes reflecting Raven's nervous face.

"I belong to the Father. Only to the Father, forever and ever."

Samuel drew a clear line, leaving no room for maneuver. "Raven, you are my most important friend and my indispensable right-hand man."

The raven's body froze, and he took a heavy half step back.

"Yes, Chief. I... understand."

The atmosphere was a bit stagnant.

Samuel seemed unaware of Raven's disappointment. He ordered a glass of the strongest wine and his eyes swept across the noisy crowd, fixed on a corner.

It's that man again.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, he sat alone in the shadows, seemingly out of tune with the hustle and bustle around him.

The moment Samuel looked over, he suddenly stood up and hurriedly left the tavern.

Samuel's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the wine glass.

Jinchen originally just wanted to come and see what Samuel was doing in Edge City, and by the way... well, to see if he missed him.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt a strange call.

It was a breath that came from the same source as his spiritual power.

Even the call from the believers is not to Zephyros, but to himself.

Jinchen followed the strange wave and chased after it.

He was extremely fast. In just a few breaths, he had passed through the dilapidated streets and arrived at the end of the dead end.

The scene before him made him slightly stunned.

On the wall at the end of the alley, an extremely tiny spatial crack was slowly closing.

Sitting on the ground in front of the crack was a young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.

His clothes were covered in dust and green grass leaves, and his frightened emerald green eyes were revealed under his messy flaxen short hair.

The boy seemed to have fallen hard and was struggling to get up.

And his right hand was tightly grasping something...

Why is it the ring again?

Jinchen frowned, feeling very strange.

Different from the rings from the orcs, this one has a warm, emerald green color that seems to contain vitality.

Jinchen walked forward slowly, his tall figure casting a shadow in the narrow alley, looking down at the panicked boy on the ground.

"Is it you calling me?"